TW: Sensitive Content Private Shipyard The Rustclaws 'CAUSE I'D RATHER FEEL PAIN // rune // THAN NOTHIN' AT ALL

[RUSTED METAL's iconRUSTED METAL]

RUSTED METAL | RUSTCLAWS
"THIS LIFE IS FILLED WITH HURT"

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Days come and go. Frosted, withering plants become buried with snow, suffocating under its chill - most of them, anyway. Some of them stay, even in the height of bone-chill's freezing temperatures - yet another example of the strong surpassing the weak. The masses left rotting and forgotten while the few who truly fight stay alive. And Rusted Metal is one of those few.

This would not be the first time that Rust has wandered quite far from the Rustclaws' home. As long as she brings back something useful, then who is anyone to judge what she does in her free time? She'll come and go as she pleases, and her domain will continue to expand. The forest cats are boring, self-righteous little pricks, and she sees no reason to seek them out again; this time, giant paws traverse the area near a large body of water, spotted with dilapidated twoleg structures but holding an undeniable cat-scent. Someone lives around here. Multiple cats. Maybe they have somethin' useful I can bring back. Some food, some trinkets... hell, maybe some junk I can toss at Ratfish too.
Sheets of ice replace what would be a steady ripple of water upon the shore, and when Rust pads across the frosted rocks, she presses a paw downward on the ice to watch it break. Crack. Crunch. The ice gives way slowly, shattering as it reveals the water below. Rust grins at the sound, fangs glinting in what little sunlight shines through the clouded sky.

Movement in the corner of her eye makes her jerk her head upward, looking across the way to see the figure of another cat. Finally. Her steps are strong. Confident. As though she rules this place even though it's her first time here.
"I almost thought I'd come all this way for nothin'," she says, voice level with a hint of challenge behind it. "You live around here, don'tcha? Ya wanna give me a little tour?" Her tail flicks innocently, but the malice behind her eye says it all. If that scar is any indication, she probably ain't gonna give in easy... oh well. I need a good spar anyway. And when Rust comes out on top like she always does, she'll take whatever she can find and leave. That's how the world works. The strong always weeding out the weak. The snow turning delicate little flowers to ice.

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// @Rune guess who's getting mugged! /silly

"WHEN HAPPINESS DOESN'T WORK"

RUSTED METAL (RUST)
RUSTCLAWS CADET
9 MOONS
SHE/THEY
"SPEECH" | THOUGHTS | ACTION
#D4AD6A #AA7F39

 

[Rune]

ᛉ RUNE ᛉ

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It had been a long time since Rune went out and didn't immediately start shivering. The days had grown colder and mornings even more so, the sea wind not helping at all. The freshly frozen snow crunches under her feet if she steps too hard, but Rune had quickly learned to walk with intention.

Today she's in a bad mood. Not for anything in particular, but her shoulder ached as she woke up and her pawpads were cold. Good for nothing Adder had left before she opened her eyes, leaving nothing but fish bones. Not that she needs him to feed herself, she's more than capable on her own, but it would be real nice not to have to walk into the cold.

And so today, Rune walks heavy, making sure her crunching steps are heard by anyone who dares come near her, a warning that she's no patience to argue. If anyone walks in her path, they'll meet her claws instead of her sharp tongue. But what Rune doesn't expect is a stranger upon the sea shore, larger than her (that's really not that hard), but larger than perhaps even Adder. She watches the stranger from up high as they press against the ice, cracking it loudly, then as they turn around and stare at her. She doesn't back away, instead a hint of a challenge glints in her eyes, daring this stranger to approach and see what happens if they try.

But the tortoiseshell is new to this place and doesn't know their place yet it seems. No problem - Rune will just have to teach them. "The only tour you'll be getting is out of here, with your tail between your legs." she replies, though she barely spares the other's eyes a glance. Instead she asseses her soon-to-be opponent, unless they back down - which Rune knows they won't - eyes scanning for weak spots. The cat is big, that's for sure, but that just makes them less agile, more likely to stagger. The cat in front of her is good muscle, but that's about it - no smarts behind that thick skull.

And so Rune does what she does best and turns away, acting like she's lost interest, though of course her senses never leave the other's movements, ready to dodge and strike that stupid round face the moment they think they've got the upper paw. This cat might not know who Rune is yet, but she'll soon have at least one scar to never forget her. A reminder not to come anywhere near her or the shipyard ever again.

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OOC: n/a​

 

[RUSTED METAL's iconRUSTED METAL]

RUSTED METAL | RUSTCLAWS
"THIS LIFE IS FILLED WITH HURT"

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//cw for very brief mention of cannibalism
Rust's gravelly laugh rings out through the crisp air, and as the other cat turns away she can't help but tilt her head curiously.
"Yer a bold one, aren'tcha?" What nerve this cat has, but it doesn't matter - it'll just make Rust revel in the taste of the other's blood even more. Claws flex forth from her giant paws as she takes a step forward, then another, and another. This'll be easy. Maybe tonight I'll be havin' "catfish" for dinner… heh heh.

Rust, always so sure of themself, so vain, takes the liberty of swinging first. It's more of a lunge, really - a full-force catapult of their body towards the exposed backside of the smaller cat. Claws aim to sink into the flesh of Rune's shoulders, their weight being the advantage in a situation where they could pin the other down before she even gets a chance to strike. No mercy, no second thoughts. Only the rush of adrenaline that comes with battle.
"This'll teach you to turn away when I'm SPEAKING TO YOU!!"

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//1d20 -> 14 to attack

"WHEN HAPPINESS DOESN'T WORK"

RUSTED METAL (RUST)
RUSTCLAWS CADET
9 MOONS
SHE/THEY
"SPEECH" | THOUGHTS | ACTION
#D4AD6A #AA7F39